1 roe incompicai <t/irigier. 



77 



remains to be done when you have 

 provided yourself with such a bait as 

 I have already taught you to make. 



Uenator^ Proceed, good Master^ 

 to your promised direction. I will 

 not fail with my bait; and see, here 

 are the nettles at hand ! 



^li.Scator^ Pluck them gently, but 

 fearlessly, for they belong to no 

 owner, and are bounty of Providence. 

 The erudite Pliacetius has said that 

 they do not sting this month. 



ITenatOr^ Do they not ? Why ISlettk rash. 

 then . . . O, Master^ O ! 



Pl]5Cator> You have indeed a 

 noble handful. And note, with 

 gratitude, that your suffering is the 

 cause of my happiness. For every Philosophy. 

 misery that I miss, is a new mercy, 

 and, therefore, as you should rejoice 



with 



PhacetiuSy 

 Vol. a. 



